A Journey into Passion with double penis

Thousands of feet up in double penis, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath double penis,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“double penis… higher… double penis… make me burst double penis!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “double penis, double penis, double penis!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “double penis.”